time-flies

The Bad New Is…

Prosperity conscious is not about money? It’s about being in an emotionally rich frame of mind. Or better stated, a rich frame of heart.

There are two kinds of thoughts. Rich thoughts and poor ones. Good feeling thoughts are rich. Negative thoughts are poor. The better we feel, the richer our frequency. When we feel negative, we dip into poverty frequencies.

A while back I flew across the country. The trip presented itself, I created the space for it and batted out as many heart-rich feelings as I could. Mentally, I knew I’d be squeezing a week’s worth of work into three days. Instead of feeling stressed about it, I chose to flow rich thoughts forward first, so I could reap the happy manifestations later. I felt good on purpose because I wanted a fruitful trip. Sounds over the top I know, but stick with me. It gets better.

In preparation for this trip, I played with rich energy over and over again. I journaled with enriched emotions. I even put my happy-ass in a chair and doodled cartoons of stick figures blissfully bouncing along in an animated universe filled with happily-ever-after moments. The night before my departing flight I went to bed later than expected, but I choose to continue flowing rich energy. My friend picked me up at 6:00 AM. We laughed through the morning drive traffic, and …

I continued flowing rich energy.

My plane ticket was for economy. I approached the airline associate to see if I could afford an upgrade and was told, “No upgrades Sir.” I kindly thanked the associate, and …

I continued flowing rich energy.

My airport breakfast was a chalky powdered substance the restaurant called eggs. They tasted so bad that salt, pepper, nor Barbara Eden’s, I Dream of Jeannie character could’ve made them taste good. With appreciation I enjoyed the hash browns, bacon, toast, iced tea and…

I continued flowing rich energy.

…THAT TIME FLIES

Later in the men’s room, I naturally figured the dude in a stall near mine must’ve eaten chalky eggs too, because of the intermittent moans and explosive sounds coming from his direction. I held my nose, washed my hands and…

I continued flowing rich energy.

Next, my flight was moved to three different gates. I could not help but laugh about it. Once a gate was settled on, there was late boarding. When my group was called forward to board, three impatient people aggressively cut in front of me and others, and…

I continued flowing rich energy.

I gave the gate attendant my boarding pass. She scanned it. It was declined three times before she gave up and walked away from me. I politely stepped out of line, clinched my butt muscles real tight, and…

I continued flowing rich energy.

The gate attendant came back with a new, freshly printed boarding pass. She scanned it and I thanked her. I followed the rest of the passengers down the carpeted gateway having memorized all morning that I was in seat 15C. Upon boarding the plane, I glanced at my new boarding pass and gasped. The gate attendant had reassigned me to seat 2C. In. First. Class! A bolt of ridiculous, hi-frequency energy blasted through me!

THE GOOD NEWS IS…

Girl, lemme tell you something. I sat in first class beaming the purest, happiest, most appreciative thoughts ever. Believe me when I say, joy was shooting out of my heart, my head and solar plexus. I could hardly contain myself. There were rainbows, gallivanting fairies, and a few happy unicorns prancing around inside of my energy field.

Why? Because I was electrically charged up from flowing rich energy. Plus, I was now sitting inside of the physical reality that rich energy now afforded me. This upgrade felt like an instant manifestation.

After a little bit, I sat quietly in first class but my beaming heart had expanded to the size of our solar system. My body was perched real purdy-like, but my invisible-self had merged perfectly with the unconditional joy of All That Is.

It was fun choosing rich feelings instead of piss-poor ones. Staying intentional felt empowering too. I choose happy thoughts for the travel dates and had fun applying all aspects of my imagination, visualizing and make-believing. I used these attributes to deliberately see, hear, and feel the best-possible-outcome, and it paid off big! Actually, this particular outcome was ten times better than expected.

When I say, it paid off big, I am not referring to sitting in first class. The payoff was about personally choosing rich thoughts that magnetized a happy experience. For me, the payoff was about seeing, feeling and knowing for sure that I create my own reality. This experience was simply more proof that the law of attraction works. And all I had to do was practice rich thoughts every chance I got.

YOU’RE THE PILOT

In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a heck-of-a-lot easier to choose negative thoughts over happier thoughts? Negative thinking is often our mental default setting, and if we don’t choose rich thoughts, we simply drop back down to our habitual negative beliefs.

Have you heard this joke? “How did the violinist make it to all the way to Carnegie Hall?”
The answer, “He practiced, practiced, practiced.”

Regardless of where you’re going, what you’re doing, or what you’re looking at, practice choosing rich thoughts on an hourly basis. Practice happy thoughts while making breakfast, even if the eggs are chalky. Practice rich thoughts on your commute, or at work. Get into the habit of practicing joyful thoughts in all areas of your life.

How can you create a better quality of life? Practice, practice, practice rich thoughts hourly. After you’ve had fun practicing this technique consistently, sit back, fasten your seatbelt and put your seat back in the upright position in preparation for the fun upgrades the Universe brings you. Which reminds me of Michael Altshuler’s quote, “The bad news is, time flies. The good news is, you’re the pilot.”

You are the pilot. Always remember that, and until we meet again, choose to keep your thoughts, feelings and frequencies high, fast, and pure so that you may unlock the Universe within.

With Love,

Eddie

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